Sunday, March 29, 2009

Images with Words

This is exactly what Anakin Skywalker was thinking when Padme Amidala said she was pregnant.

I miss you Maury Povich!

So true.

Like every Thursdays.

If I like this image more and more, I think I'd fall in love with it.

Sigh, I really miss being on the left side of the equation.

P.S. Thanks to Craig's site for these equations. Visit his site here.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Why I don't miss my very first blog

One day, I told my friend K about someone I found special then and eventually I showed my MySpace profile which I haven't opened in about 2 years.

Nothing changed. Everything is still as when I left it before. Three pictures are displayed showing who I was then. K continued looking and went so far as to look at her profile and pictures. Eventually, I let her in to my Friendster account so she can look at her profile there as well.

That's when K saw her blog and I had to tell K that I had a blog there as well. Yes, my very first blog. Of course, K read everything from the beginning, but I never did. I suddenly remembered everything, from the emotions I felt then to the words I said on my blog.

I then realized that I miss everything.

It's true that you try to forget the bad parts of your life and remember those good parts, and I can say that I haven't forgotten the good times we had together.

I miss those times, and maybe that's the reason why I keep looking for the one I can be in love with.

Here's what I really miss:

1. I miss being able to make a girl happy with a simple gift or gesture.

2. I miss being able to hold someone's hand.

3. I miss being able to constantly talk to someone.

4. I miss constantly saying "I love you" using any form of communication.

5. I miss being called or calling someone "baby".

6. I miss waking up and knowing that there's a girl thinking of me too.

To sum it up, I miss being in love and everything that comes with it.

Dream (Part 1?)

I had a dream last Thursday where I was at work, doing my calls while sitting on this:

Now remember, this is a dream so you shouldn't wonder why my office seat is a toilet bowl. Of course, toilet bowls are there for a purpose; I was doing the "deed" while I was working.

Of course hilarity ensues as people do their normal workload and continue to use me as resource, all the while with my pants off! Clients are hearing the water being led out of the toilet as I keep flushing the "thing" down the drain to lessen the smell. My colleagues keep asking me to stop the flushing as they can't hear what the clients are saying.

Pretty weird, no? And all the time I was in there, one thing comes up in my mind:

"Paano ako magpupunas nito?"

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Countdown Begins

Unknown to many, but today, March 26, is when I officially start counting down the days until my birthday.

Birthday Alert! Birthday Alert! Birthday Alert!
Birthday Alert! Birthday Alert! Birthday Alert!

April 23, my Mom's birthday, is exactly 2 weeks before my birthday.
March 26 is exactly 6 weeks before my birthday. Every year I use March 26 as my marker as to when I'll turn a new page in my life.

Why March 26? Because it's also my forever crush's birthday!

December 1988.

Let's call her M. She was my seatmate during class; has always been my classmate since preschool. She was very much fun to talk to; we had lots of great conversations together, none of which I can even recall now. I realized that I liked her and for some strange reason I revealed this secret to some of my classmates and my teacher. Of course those guys do not want to keep my secret, so they planned something.

During our Christmas party, we were playing hot potato. If you do not know the game, it's passing a thing (which we'll call the "potato") to your seatmate while the music keeps playing. Whoever holds the "potato" as the music stops, he/she gets a consequence.

As usual, we were seated beside each other as the game played. My thought was to pass the "potato" as soon as it gets on my lap as I'd rather not get a consequence. Of course, stupid me did not realize that they can always get to M, and they did.

The consequence? She gets to kiss me on the cheek.

She begs that she not do it. With my knees shaking, I implore the others not to let her do it. Of course at the back of my mind I'd rather let her do it! Who would not in my place?

In the end, she did it, and somehow it ended between us. We somehow avoided each other the rest of the school year and we just talked when the need arises.

The next year, we were on different classes. And the next year, and the year after, and the year after next, etc. The awkwardness made us grow apart and we did not have any communication at all for the next 5 years.

We became classmates again during my 3rd year in high school. The awkwardness somehow lessened as we were able to talk to each other. It also helped that no one remembers that I had and still have a huge crush on her.

She was classmate again in my senior year. This time, her friends keep teasing me to her, or sometimes the other way around. I paid no mind since I can easily say that that thing was a long time ago.

Everything changed when it was revealed to me by the bf of one of her friends that she had a crush on me during 3rd grade. I felt so happy, like somehow it was the 3rd grade again. Of course, she didn't know that I knew, or maybe she knew I knew but she didn't tell. It didn't matter.

I mustered enough courage to give her a Parker ballpen during Christmas (which she immediately lost a few weeks later), and a small teddy bear with "Congratulations!" written on its tummy. Yes, it's cheap, but it was all I can afford then.

Of course, everything's moot as we never became an item. I never even had guts to ask her out on a date or court her. We went to different schools after graduation. She found her guy who eventually became her husband, and they now live happily with their 2 children.

Until now, I always remember her birthday. After many calculations, I realized that we will always end up with the same day for our birthdays, and so I used her birthday as my countdown.

I sometimes recall the "hot potato" incident and those moments when we're together, and I'd always wondered if I'd missed the opportunity to be with her. She's happy now, so I guess it's better this way.

I'm happy for you and your family M. Happy Birthday!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Woohoo! I like my shift!

Home at last!

This is the first time I've been on a 2 am to 11 am shift, and I have to say I'm pretty impressed with the traffic conditions going to and from the office.

My typical ride should take around 40 to 50 minutes using my usual route, which was riding along the SLEX. But ever since the PNCC started phase 2 of Skyway, I swore to myself that I won't use that stretch going to the office. So a detour had to be made, which has extended my travel time by 15 to 30 minutes.

So I left home at around 1 am and arrived safely at the office at around 1:40 am, which was impressive. Last night, I did not encounter anything like this:

Once my shift ended, I realized that I needed to gas up, and the cheapest premium gasoline nearby was at the EDSA Shell station. This is not normally my route home since I know that the traffic is bound to be terrible. Nevertheless, I needed the gas so I headed there. Once the gas is filled up, I noticed that traffic from EDSA going to Cubao was somehow at a moderate pace, with no signs of buildup. So I continued along EDSA, only encountering the usual traffic at Crossing and Buendia.

WOW!!! That was fast!

Instead of this:

I get this:

Or something to that effect.

So here I am at home, seemingly happy at the good fortune I had traveling. Maybe it's because school's out and summer vacation has started, but hopefully everything's the same for the rest of the week.

This gives me more time to sleep, IF I'm even able to sleep! haha!

Money in the Bank!

urely you know the old stories on how people store their money, right? Well, we've pretty much made fun of how my lola did it - with a handkerchief.

Of course it evolved to wallets and whatnot, but we still made fun of how she'd always use the safety pin and bind that wallet with her duster's pockets.

We knew she had money coming from pamigay from my balikbayan aunts and uncles, so we usually ask from her whenever we come up short. To make the long story short, umuutang kami sa kanya! hahaha

She didn't mind anyway, so she always doles out what we need and she does not ask us to pay for it. So we ask and we ask as long as we're short.

After Nanay died, we were looking at her stuff in the room at the back, as we knew she had a wallet that we could not find. What we found it a few weeks later was not just one, but three wallets/bags with money on it.

Of course, we counted the money yesterday, and those stacks totaled at least 100K. We could not believe that she just kept it in her wallets! She actually has more money than I have!

And look, she has her Social Security Card from when she was in the US then.

There are lots of stuff we also unearthed, but that comes at a later time.

Thursday, March 19, 2009


I just had a heart-to-heart talk with my boss yesterday about what I did last week. Guess what? I did it again today!

What the hell's wrong with me? It's like I'm subconsciously sabotaging my career over nothing!



I'm not good at words, but here it goes: I just feel sad to see people hold you in such high regard or status that they think you could not do the unthinkable. If that unimaginable thing does happen, people look at you in disappointment, as if all hope is forever gone.

Well, I'm just human! I don't think I can restrict myself to how people perceive me to be, as somehow the "EVIL" in me will come out.

Should I feel sorry for letting that evil come out? It's not like I don't know I have that in me, right?


I'm a certified Lola's boy (LB), nurtured by my grandma and her home cooking for 29 years.

The simplest reason for a BIG me is her. She has a big, generous heart, always ready to share, and I think that's a big reason why I'm somehow like her.

She's passed away for over a month now, and I can say that I'm really starting to miss her cooking. I wish I had learned a thing or two to pass on the legacy, so to speak, but I was too lazy to even try. Now, we're stuck with fried eggs and whatever food we can buy outside.

So I named this blog for you, Nanay. I not only miss your cooking, I sorely miss you too.